"Look at that!"

Dorianyan pointed to the corner beside the wall.

There are no bluestone slabs on the roads in the slums, and the ground is full of soil, so you will leave footprints when walking on it.

There are several continuous pits in the place where Dogliani's fingers are.

"This... seems to be a footprint?" Martin said to himself a little unsure.

The trace was round, the size of an egg, and looked like a small pit poked by a stick.

"This is the footprint of a cat. I have raised a cat."

Doniani frowned and said with certainty.

Tiya also leaned over.

Doriani pointed to the footprints about half a meter apart and continued, "But these footprints are a bit strange, because the cat is very light in weight and the footprints left are usually very shallow."

"The footprint is a bit too big..."

"Is it possible that it is another cat?"

Martin guessed.

He has never raised a cat and is not interested in this kind of creature. Of course, he doesn't know how big the cat's footprints are.

However, the footprints on the ground were indeed a little deeper.

It is sunken downward, and two knuckles can be hidden in the deepest place.

Martin kicked the ground hard, leaving a footprint, but the depth could not keep up with the footprint.

Although the loess here are not as strong as bluestone slabs, if you want to step on such deep footprints, you still have to use some strength.

weight?

Martin suddenly thought of something and looked back at the body a few steps away.

The empty chest cavity and human internal organs are not light...

A somewhat ridiculous thought emerged from his mind.

He was about to turn around and re-check the wound of the body. Tiya, who was beside him, obviously had the same association as him and had already returned to the edge of the body first.

"The wound was caused by a sharp weapon at one time. It was very sharp, but it was impossible to tell which weapon it was. If the cat claws were bigger, it was not impossible."

She pondered and said her judgment.

Get bigger?

This just confirms what Dorinia said just now...

"If you say so, is the murderer a bigger cat?"

Martin widened his eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.

If it is really a cat, then the internal organs... can only be eaten!

When Marting thought of his thoughts, she suddenly felt her scalp numb and even broke out in cold sweat behind her back.

etc!

He suddenly remembered the yellow figure he saw in the alley half an hour ago...

Isn't that a cat?!

Moreover, that thing seems to be much bigger than an ordinary cat.

At this moment, Alder, wearing a windbreaker, ran over from a distance.

"Huhuhu! His Highness Tiya found the body again, within an hour!"

After he took a few breaths, he couldn't wait to speak, with only deep worries in his eyes.

Martin's eyes also sank, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

It won't...

Sure enough, he heard Alder continue, "Just beside the body you checked before!"

...

More than ten minutes later, several people returned to the edge of the alley.

Just deep in the alley just now, a corpse whose blood had not yet completely solidified was lying on the ground, wearing a dark purple uniform.

This time it was not the homeless man who died, but the guards!

Captain Mike was squatting next to the body to check, his eyebrows were twisted into the character "Sichuan".

A large pool of blood flowed from the corpse, dyeing the loess reddish-brown.

The musket fell to the ground and there was a hole left by bullet holes in the wall.

This time the body was not bleached, but the situation was obviously not much better.

There was a huge wound on the chest, as if it was directly scratched by a sharp blade, extending from the left shoulder to the right waist.

As for the ribs, they did not play any defensive role at all, and were directly cut off, with the breaking point very neat.

This time the internal organs of the corpse did not disappear, and many intestines flowed down the wound to the ground...

A strong smell of blood filled the entire alley.

Martin glanced at the corpse, grabbed his fists tightly, feeling a little depressed.

If he had just become more alert, perhaps this team member would have survived.

Captain Mike squatted in front of the corpse and ignored the tragic corpse. The smell of blood seemed to have no effect on him at all.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and covered the open eyes of the guards.

A second later, time fluctuations surged in the alleys and became stronger and stronger.

Martin felt the familiar extraordinary power grow in the captain's hands and not dissipated.

The wave spread rapidly on the corpse, wrapping it up, and finally concentrated in the eyes of the deceased, as if there was some inexplicable connection with his eyes.

Mike's closed eyes were trembling slightly, his eyeballs rolling under his eyelids, like a dreamer...

Half a minute later, he withdrew his hand pale.

Without even wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Captain Mike pulled out a piece of white paper and pencil he carried with him and began to quickly draw it.

"It's a yellow cat, about half a meter long."

"This garrison found it, and then..."

Martin had long noticed that Captain Mike had faintly sweated on his forehead, mixed with his hair, and his breathing became rapid.

The process of using ability is painful?

Just as he was guessing like this, a long-lost system prompt suddenly popped up in his mind.

[Currently discovered ability: visual traceability! Is the mark entered?]

【It will cover the currently entered capability: Gaze Thorn.】

[Visual traceability: contacting an object can trace its vision within 36 hours.]

[Note: If the object does not have an eye structure in the physiological sense, it will be traced in the range of visible light.]

[Binding: A sense of sameness. When tracing the past vision, you will get sensory experiences of all other senses of the object during the same period.]

Martin's heart was shocked.

This is the captain's ability...one of?

However, Martin has no intention of entering the mark in this ability.

[Gazzling Thorn] is his ability to conceal the real sequence. Now the upper limit of the mark can only copy one ability.

Once the [Gaze Thorn] is gone, there may be a lot of trouble.

Moreover, [Visual Traceability] is a pure auxiliary ability. In addition to being more useful when tracing cases, Martin cannot think of any other function.

Martin quickly recovered from his stunned silence, and no one noticed his little move.

And after looking at Captain Mike's pale face and the dense sweat on his head, Martin knew that the constraints of this ability were not easy.

Captain Mike just experienced all the pain that the deceased had experienced before his death.

Then in the Bloody Building, when using the ability to use meat pieces...

It’s not easy for a captain!

Martin couldn't help but feel emotion, and at the same time completely dispelled the idea of ​​learning this ability.

Of course, Martin didn't find anything.

Through the systematic reminder just now, he has a deeper understanding of his talent [the mark of knowledge].

To enter abilities, in addition to witnessing the other party's ability to use, you must have some understanding of the other party's abilities, including correct inferences about the constraints.
To be continued...